I watched her through the open bathroom door as she stood in front of the vanity and buckled the collar around her neck. She picked up the small padlock and, a little hesitantly locked the collar in place. She adjusted the collar, ensuring the D ring was to the front. When she finished brushing her hair I stepped into the room and stood behind her. She is tall, nearly 6ft to my 6'1", very slim, some would say skinny, but I like that, the way her clothes hang, the way she moves, like a deer. I know she is naked under the loose fitting, calf length, thin cotton dress. I know because she knows what I want, like she knew to wear her collar.
She is standing there, hands on the counter top, hips pushed against the edge, watching me in the mirror as I caress her shoulders, dig my thumbs into her neck and shoulders, forcing the tension from her, feeling her relax. I take a cheap pair of handcuffs from my pocket and fasten them, her wrists trapped in front. I choose the cheap cuffs because they are harsh and I don't need to fasten them tightly to capture her, she knows they dig in and are uncomfortable if she struggles. From my other pocket I take a leash that I clip to the short chain between the cuffs bracelets, I wrap it twice around the mixer tap, pulling her hands forward to rest on the back of the bowl, I then feed the end of the leash through the D ring of the collar, bending my lover forward, and securing her with a couple of knots. Helpless. I lift the dress up, over her head, down her arms to drop round her wrists and sit in the bowl. Helpless and vulnerable.I leave her there to return with small vibrator, she calls it the 'Red Devil'; a 10 strand leather flogger and a particularly viscous whip. It is an equestrian training whip handle about 3 feet long, thin, flexible with the cord removed, more a cane than a whip. I use the whip to gently tap her ankles to make her spread her legs, I move the whip up between her thighs and tap a little harder, she spreads her legs wide, very wide, she does not want to feel the sting of the whip. I drag the tip down her back, over her cheeks, round her side and up to her breasts. I tease her nipples, move it like a violin bow, flick it up and down. She starts to moan and thrust her hips backwards, offering herself. I reach between her legs. Wet as expected; she has long pussy lips, no today they are long cunt lips because she is for fucking, a ready cunt to be used by a hard and demanding cock. I change the whip for the flogger. I would like to use it on her breasts but she is in the wrong position. I consider turning her around but that would break the mood, I will save her breasts for later. Instead I strike, not hard, between her shoulder blades and let the strands run down her back. With an up stroke I flog her cunt. A down stroke and an up stroke, twenty pairs, each a little harder, she moans and groans, the volume increasing, but not crying out. Her back shows only a little colour, I am no sadist. Her cunt? Oh her cunt is a sight to behold. Swollen lips hanging down and parted. Dripping, juice spread around, clit protruding, she is ready. I apply the vibrator at full strength directly to her clit, her head shakes side to side, her shoulders heave, she cries out lost in her release, a screaming orgasm."Please fuck me"I do, I have to push hard against her spasming cunt, fight my way in. I manage to slide all the way to her depths, hang on to her hips and ride her, buried deep I fuck with short hard strokes as she whimpers, another orgasm or one long release, I have no idea and I don't care as I reach my own climax, that delicious pulsing release. We look at each other in the mirror, grinning, sweaty, satisfied; for the moment. I free the leash from the collar and tap and lead my lover, cunt dripping, to the bedroom.
